Quickly, I wrapped a towel around myself and stepped into the main room. I walked to the peephole and looked through. To my surprise, I saw Marianne, Michelle's mom.
"Just a minute!" I shouted through the door, ripping open the sliding closet to find the complimentary bath robe. I pulled it on, running my fingers through my hair in a attempt to flatten the hairs that stood straight up.
Taking a deep breath, I undid the deadbolt and opened the door a crack. Marianne stood close to the door, a smile on her face.
"Hi, uh, Mrs. Reisman...." I stuttered out, my gaze running over her body. This woman was incredibly hot, and not dressed in the typical matronly outfit that was common among mothers of the bride.
"Oh knock it off, darling," she laughed at my awkward greeting, putting a hand on the door and pushing it open. She breezed past me into the room, and took a seat that was near the bed. Stunned, it was all I could do to close the door and my mouth.
"So, are you ready?" She asked calmly, looking me over. I self-conciously tightened the robe about myself, in order to hide the semi that was beginning to develop. Time had done nothing to dull Mrs. Reisman's charms.
"Uhm, ready?" I asked, not comprehending her point.
"Obviously not. How much did you and my son-in-law drink the day before yesterday?" Her tone became severe. The smile remained on her face, but she seemed a bit perturbed.
"A lot." I blurted out. "But it was his bachelor party. You know, lots of male bonding and fun!" I tried to explain. I was babbling and she knew it.
"Really." She placed her hands behind her head, and my erection became slightly harder as I saw her breasts rise with the motion.
"Yeah." I said. I moved to the bed and sat down in an effort to hide my arousal.
"So, how many strippers did my future son fuck two nights ago?" Her blunt language was attractive, and the way she pursed her lips as she cursed seemed designed to arouse.
"None that I know of." I tried to laugh it off as a joke, but Marianne was having none of it.
"I'm serious. Last night after the rehearsal, Michelle came to me sobbing. Apparently, a stripper from the club you were at had such a good time that she came to her room and demanded that the wedding be canceled. And you're going to sit here and tell me that he didn't fuck anyone?" Her voice became angry near the end. It cooled my ardor considerably as I considered how to answer her.
I didn't remember Matt fucking any strippers. Of course I was pretty wasted. And then there were those private dances that he got.... Of course, he was my best friend, and I sure as hell wasn't planning on ratting him out. I had to decide what to tell Marianne, and fast. |